Anywhere Out of this World

We scale the face of reasonTo find at least one signThat could reveal the true dimensionOf life, lest we forget.And maybe it’s easier to withdraw from lifeWith all of its misery and wretched liesAway from harmWe lay by cool, still watersAnd gazed into the sunAnd like the moth’s great imperfectionSuccumbed to her fatal charmsAnd maybe it’s me who dreams of requited loveThe victim of fools who stand in line.Away from harm.In our vain pursuit of life for ones own endWill this crooked path ever cease to end?